The sunlit days, the flowery scents, the wind when he flew on his broomstick and everything she stood for… it all seemed so far away and unreal.

So he turned away from her and moved on.

It wasn’t all summer days and Quidditch games won, but it was real.

She was life.

She was fights. She was tears. She was books and research. She was moonlit nights. She was reassuring whispers. She was promises that couldn’t be kept. He looked at her and remembered what he had to do.